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What my love made me be.
Poetry | Updated May 6, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Her eyes burned and her skin missed the cool breeze. Walking in the ponds ,which were few in number because of the hot and dry climate, she looked forward the wind to come and bring the news for all. They live in a village isolated by the will of nature. No one has entered or has come out of...